The Bee-Wings slowly in unison lower their heads in respect. Bumble clapped her talons together in glee, a wicked smile spreading across her face.
"Guards! Find every Hive-Wing in here, capture them, and put them in the deepest, darkest, dungeon you can find. And prepare for war." Bumble said narrowing her eyes, leaping into the air and glided to her throne room. The guards holding Bee-Wolf let go, only because the duel was over. He flew up to the throne room too, and shot a look of surprise and anger at Bumble.
"Bumbl-" Bee-Wolf began, but Bumble shushed him.
"It is Queen Bumble to you, and plus, you dirty scheming Hive-Wing, and you are beneath me. Guards! Take him to the dungeon!"
"So that is how it is now? Capturing innocent dragons, what are you even going to do with them?" Bee-Wolf screamed at her resisting the guards. "It's only-" one of the guards knocked him out with his tail. They dragged him out of the throne room, and put him in the grossest dungeon of them all.
*Sorry this was short, may update this chapter*
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The White Hive
FantasyHive Wings and Bee Wings, both descendants of the magical Night Wing, Clear Sight. This is the story of how they became separate.
